Wednesday, 30 November 2016

A Dead Soul

Bloodshot eyes with blatant signs of fatigue,
bags that cradle the sockets that have leaked often.
This is the face of someone who just wants some peace,
as pale as death while he continues choking and coughing.

His tears are dried out yet his heart continues to ache,
a silent scream that shatters all boundaries of the world.
No one left to question about this infinite pain.
his fate has left him silent without anymore words.

Sipping on his coffee during the monotonous mornings,
No beauty found in the reflection of his eyes.
An empty person with a heart that's forever mourning,
and his shell is slowly corroding, eventually all of him will die.

He sits alone in his room, his fan blowing wind,
the air caresses his face as he stares blankly at the ceiling.
No thought invades his mind, it's blank,
It's like the person he was is kneeling and bleeding.

A shallow shell, a broken heart and a mind gone dark,
what is left of his identity as his memories too fade?
Overwhelmed by depression, and engulfed is his heart,
was this always deemed to be his very fate?

He remains but the shadow of the person he once stood as,
a blank expression claims his face and stays just as dead.
Some say that his heart is dying and is as good as,
Dead, there's nothing left, no more whispers in his head.

Friday, 18 November 2016

Bleeding Poetry

My heartbeats are slowly dying,
It's rhythms are fading away.
I've finally given up on trying,
the sun won't rise again on a new day.

My heart continues to crack like ice,
enduring torment till it can no longer cope.
No one can understand the story
that is hidden behind the tears in my eyes.

A bleeding heart, a screaming heart,
yet silent to the world it remains.
The fearing stars are fleeing far,
each light blown out like candle flames.

The cries of a dying heart tend to echo,
It pierces the veil of reality and life.
Reaching the boundaries of the universe; it bellows,
and it beckons so much so that devils begin to cry.

The angels take pity and the heavens weep,
the moon is distraught and the sun feels cold.
A tremble that could even catch death in his sleep,
a tremor that could quake our very souls.

my tears are extinguishing the light in the skies,
and washes away the colour that the sun had painted.
Reverting life back to black and white; a ghastly sigh,
this sorrow travels and touches all that it has tainted.

This heart is shattered into so many tiny pieces,
It has become impossible to become whole again.
Emotions no longer contained, the host is defeated,
this threatening screech has driven my soul away.

You'll find me still but just as a hollow shell,
the life inside me evaporated as my heart broke.
I lived in this world inside the dome of my sorrow's hell,
and I lost to the devil and thus the stars have flown.

There is no happiness within the smile that you see,
it remains an act of habit that contains no feeling.
My thoughts are empty, I am no longer as you knew me,
but still you'll find my tears leaking and my poetry bleeding.



Monday, 14 November 2016

You're Ugly

Hey you, yes you. You're ugly,
don't come near me, stay away from me.
Every word that they say, it hurts me,
they've no idea what they do when they judge me.

Nobody likes you, nobody will love you.
You're hideous, how can anyone ever trust you?
Words I have heard every day of my life,
and it was worser than me just getting cussed too.

I have lived every day of my life feeling alone,
being alone, crying alone, it's all I've ever known.
This world is cruel and the truth is nobody cares,
that's why I don't go out, that's why I stay home.

No one understands what it's like to be me,
living in a reality where no one wants to see me.
No friends to comfort, a family that pays no attention,
and it's so bad that even my shadow wants to be free.

I don't have a comforting hand to catch my tears,
instead I drown in them and I drown in my fears.
I dream of a friend, and I wish they could be here,
but it will only be a dream and it will never be real.

What's the point of living, what's the point in trying,
nobody will be there on the day that I'm dying.
If my shadow can leave me, then nobody needs me,
false hopes fluctuate through my breaths when I'm sighing.

I sent a letter to death now I'm waiting for an answer,
It's time put it all to rest now, my soul is terminal like cancer.
My heartbeat is dead, my mind has left, my soul is gone,
I'm just waiting for death's knock on my door
but it honestly couldn't come any faster.


Sunday, 13 November 2016

Saving Grace

my world was so dark and so grey,
before you came and coloured it with your smile.
It was losing life through the nights and days,
but then you arrived and filled it again with your light

I only knew how to shed tears from a breaking heart,
but you fixed it with grace and everything was alright.
I had lost hope from a moonless night and fading stars,
but your beauty changed that and the universe was revived.

It was like I was drowning in every one of my sorrows,
i was gasping for air in a world filled with hate.
I fell to my knees in tears without a hope for tomorrow,
every day is written for us, every day is another chapter of fate.

It was you that saved me, filling up a shell left so hollow,
extinguishing the flame of a mighty fire that blazed.
Every day pushed me to the edge with every strife that followed,
Lost in my ways as there was no answer whenever I prayed.

Then you came along and changed everything that was wrong,
you saved me from the depths and offered me a hand.
And because of you, my head was filled with a new song,
you're a miracle that I'm struggling so hard to understand.

You're the cure to my misery, the healing I've been seeking,
a new rhythm to my heartbeat that almost died.
You're like a bandage that stops the wound from bleeding,
whenever I look at you, you will be able to see heaven in my eyes.

I am so emotionally attached that losing this bond would break me,
fears of losing you fill my every thought while I lay to sleep.
This bond is also the very same that remade me.
the peace I have always searched for in life and in dreams.





Friday, 11 November 2016

Voices Of Freedom

You will never silence our voices,
You will never take away our choices.
We stand united, hand in hand,
against hatred and evil, we protest.

Nation with nation, under one banner,
we are all representatives of humanity.
We will not fall to your injustice's hammer,
you are not this country's hope;
you are mankind's greatest calamity.

Dividing our races with your speeches of hate,
dividing the places with the bleeding of a race.
What kind of monster could possibly be a leader,
so despicable are many of the statements that you've made.

You cannot make America great, it'll be greater without you,
A truly united nation and that's without a doubt too.
From the Muslims you oppress, the LBGT community you oppress,
the hispanics you oppress, the women you oppress,
It is a consensus that it's better that your voice is put to rest.

United we stand, and divided we fall,
and being divided is exactly your call.
But united we stand and united we stay,
and one day soon your tyranny shall fall.

Just A Game

The skies were blue before his life had changed,
the moon would still set at the end of each day.
He used to live life to it's fullest even in the rains,
Oh he was so oblivious to what was to come, an ignited flame.

The sun was at it's brightest the very day he met her,
to him, she was his muse and the most beautiful girl ever.
He fell in love with the pleasure, he thought he'd love her forever,
and he submitted his soul to her, his heart he had surrendered.

Memories they created on balconies and in many gardens,
eyes connected in love defying all boundaries and margins.
She was his queen, she ruled his heart with persistent sovereign,
she became a thought that would never once leave his conscience.

She was the song that his heart would beat in rhythms,
this infatuation changed his entire mental state and system.
His friends knew he was entranced and became one of cupid's victims,
while he declared his love so loudly that the stars would listen.

He wanted to spend his life with her so he proposed,
he just wanted to prove that it was he that loved her most.
Yet to the idea of marriage it seems she was opposed,
and thus she refused with the most reluctant "No".

He was devastated and his mind filled with floods of confusion,
hastily trying to figure out an answer, some kind of conclusion.
And suddenly he started to feel less than he was subhuman,
sudden realisation hit him that her love had always remained unproven.

So he asked her if she ever loved him the same,
did the feelings ever exist after she made that claim?
The reply she gave him overwhelmed him with pain,
she said she thought it was funny to play with his flame.

She dropped the heart he gave her and it shattered,
the truth was that his love never really once mattered.
It was just a game to her and she stabbed him with a dagger,
and once it hurt him, she turned and walked away right after.

He was destroyed; disintegrating from the inside out,
he was speechless, and no word could escape his mouth.
But the scream was loud even though there was no sound,
his mind became heavy as he looked down to the ground.

He dropped to his knees tears falling from his face like rain,
each droplet able to extinguish the mightiest of flames.
It was like his strength had been bound forever by chains,
he had nothing left, nothing but the remains of his name.

The blue skies had lost it's colour and it was suddenly a grey world,
everything became black and white as if death roamed the earth.
The sun never to rise again during the morning's birth,
his pain was loud but the scream remained unheard.

His heart was gone so his soul now wanted to leave,
his mind was in chaos never again to find peace.
Questions invading his thoughts as to why he continues to breathe,
so he get's back up to continue walking down the street.

After walking so many miles and now so far from home,
he read all his messages one more time on his phone.
It broke him again to be driven back to the only thing he's known,
Solitude. His entire life he had always been alone.

One voice in his head now haunts his every thought,
A suggestion was whispered that causes him to pause.
Tears flowing like streams down his cheeks and across his jaws,
it's time to let go, he said. It's time to end this war.

He then walked across the road so that he'd be hit by a car,
he couldn't bare it anymore, he was tormented by a missing heart.
A speeding vehicle finally hit him and suddenly his world became dark,
he smiled one last time because he knew it was time to depart.

Love was nothing but a game she played when she was bored,
and invited cupid's victims in to her open door.
To this day she remains unaware of what she had caused,
time pass was all he was, the only thing that she saw.

He fell in love yet it was the thing that ended his life,
a punishment for simply dreaming of making her his wife.
He was already poisoned but again stabbed so deep with a knife,
and no one could ever possibly understand what was in his eyes.

A letter was found in the hand of his lifeless corpse,
his blood stained the streets as found in investigating reports.
It was in his writing addressed to the girl who manipulated his thoughts,
his friends drenched in tears when they read it without pause.

It read:

I fell in love with you but it just wasn't enough,
why did you let me fall just to break my trust.
You played with my emotions and gave me hopes of us,
even though you knew you would one day leave me crushed.

what did you hope to gain in breaking every piece of my heart,
what did you want from throwing me back into the dark?
I gave you my life only for you to just rip it apart,
I guess this was your plan right from the very start.

I hope you're happy because I've lost my will to live,
you never appreciated any of the love I wanted to give.
My life was doomed the moment I tasted the poison in your kiss,
I guess it's just better for me to cut into each of my wrists.

I truly loved you and it was more than you ever deserved,
before you, I was always alone and always reserved.
It was a lonely life and it was only my solitude I served,
you built a flame inside of me and It was I that got burnt.

I can't live another day like this so I'm just going to end it,
my life had always been false just the way you pretended.
My blood is going to be on your hands, remember the pain you cemented,
I hope you're happy, this is the result of everything you intended.

Don't let someone fall in love if you don't intend to catch them,
Love isn't a game to play, it's the strongest ppassion.




Friday, 4 November 2016

The Girl On The Bus

there she arrives so elegantly,
hair browner than chocolate.
A beauty so divine and so heavenly,
the fear inside I can't seem to stop it.

I just want to go over and say hi,
because she's got me distracted.
She's the reason I turn my eyes,
but I'm too scared, tis what her impact is.

She looks like Camila from fifth harmony,
my favourite from the group of five.
Her voice is the life in my arteries,
and she looks like her, why can't I say Hi?

I'm frozen inside with fear just thinking it,
social anxiety will destroy a man.
Day dreams of writing her a poem,
and it seems like I'm singing it.

I just wanna be a friend,
but she's probably got plenty.
And I'll stay scared till the end
living with this feeling so empty.

Social anxiety, my bane and my curse
and everyday it just seems to get worse.
It's making a hell out of this horrid world,
I'm a poet who can't even say the words.